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Literature
seabed
Sleeping gave me a chance, a good reason to breathe despite the difficulty of breathing. Despite lackluster love in my lungs, the moss gathering at the bottom. I am having a difficult time. I have lost my rhymes, lost the keys and the truths meant to be carried so far, so very far, to my grandchildren, to the whale outside my win- dow. He weeps peaceful- ly. He sighs constant- ly, bubbles floating from his blowhole. He has a big jaw, a big maw, a big shoe to fill. He gave the other one to me. I keep it low, deep in the chest at the foot of my bed. I keep it christened, by birth and by blood right, right there in the dead rosary. I see pagan symbols and gods in these dreams. I see stale meaning, old prophesy ghosting along the kitchen counter, the white flounder swimming past the TV. The aquarium that my house has become has swallowed me, much like the bath-blue whale. Much like the pang in my chest, the guilty, rusty knife I have has its hold on me, even in these
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Nine-tenths
   "What should we do with the body?"    "Do with it? How should I know? I've never had one of the bloody things!"    "Well, this was YOUR idea!"    "Don't you dare start that tone with me. No one forced you into this flesh-pack with me."    "I thought you had a plan!"    "I did have a plan, thank you very much. And it worked flawlessly. I told you, just wait until the human makes that awful, screeching exhale and then we ride the inhale right on in. Isn't that what I said?"    "Yes...that's what you said."    "And then YOU said..."    "Ugh! I know what I said! I thought it would be fun, but now everyone can see us!"    "It is pretty exhilarating, though, isn't it? I mean, look at the two of us: possessing a human! Not just hovering inside the spaces. We've TAKEN OVER! We're in control of this... thing!"    "Great, we're in control. Again, what are we going to DO with it?"    "Would you hold on? We just got here! Listen, these creatures are always so proud of their expressive abilities. Let's try and nail one of those! Now, work with me here and think 'smile'."    There was a long pause.    "I didn't feel anything, did you?"    "I'm not even sure where I was supposed to feel anything! But... no. I don't think we managed to successfully emote."    "Maybe if we..."    "Wait! Do you feel THAT?"    "No, I'm not... whoa! Yes! I do! And it's building!"    "This is incredible! I feel... I feel ALIVE! It's an effervescence growing inside me so much that I feel like I could explode! Are we smiling?"     "Something's wrong. This is too much! I don't think a body is meant to handle this much pressure! I think we triggered something awful! Do something! We have to stop this!"    "It's an internal system malfunction. It has absolutely nothing to do with us!"    "HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THAT?"    "Maybe your panicking is what we're feeling! Have you considered that?"    "Now this is MY fault?"    "All I'm saying is...yyuuseeebb...oh my, that doesn't feel... yyyeeeeennnnttth.... too pleasant anymore...hhhhuuuueeeeennnnn..."    "What are these... aaaahhhhh... hideous noises... aaaaahhkkthp... you keep making?"    "Classic...hhhhhuuuuunnnnn....hhhhuuunnn. Shifting the...oh sweet merciful no, this feels wrong....blame on me as usual..."     HHHYYYAAAGTHPTHSHHHH!     "Jesus, Steve," Roger said in disgust, stepping back a few feet. "Bless you?"     "Huh?" Steve said, blinking.     "You okay, man? After that first sneeze your face was doing something... weird."     "Yeah...yeah. Um, wow, I did NOT feel like myself there for a minute. I think it's genetic, though. This used to happen to my mom all the time. She would go all wonky in the face in between sneezes too."
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My Compass
Where has the time gone? Not too long ago it was searching for you, now I feel it running away from me. I remember staring at your face for the first time, nothing I'd imagined could ever compare to you; so gentle and innocent. I watched all these special moments, each one new making my heart ache in a new way. As I'm remembering your tiny body growing inside of me, seeing it outside me taking a piece of my heart and expanding it with each way you grow. You were precious cargo harbored inside me, a vessel or perhaps a freight train, I feared. I didn't feel like I had a direction, I just knew wherever we boarded I was your harbor and I could not fail you in getting there. What I never realized was that I was your destination, without even realizing it and you were my compass. We each played a valuable role. Now you grow older and wilder and search for your own direction, my heart swells with pride and sadness that I may one day no longer be your harbor, or perhaps I may be but
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ok it wasnt poetry, but really......arent some people a bit much? 
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Including braille! Ama-zing! Genius.